Rule of Thumb Pt. 01 - Sex Stories

Rule of Thumb Pt. 01

... renewed assault on her most tender flesh. Claire turned from the window, astonished, shocked, frightened. She stood and ran to her cottage, the sound of the whip and the screams of her Mistress following her across the yard. Even inside her bedroom, the door shut tightly, Claire could hear Mrs. Lester's cries.

And finally, there was quiet. Shortly after her Mistress went silent, the front door opened and closed. Claire heard a car start and drive away. She climbed from her bed and cautiously returned to the window in front of the Lester's house. The ropes hung from the eye bolt but Mrs. Lester was not in sight. Claire waited a bit and finally worked up the nerve to go inside.

CHAPTER 13: STILL WAITING, SO LET'S CHAT UP KAY

Claire learns more about the Lester's

She found Mrs. Lester in the bathroom, sunk deep in warm bath, tendrils of steam rising; a hint of some herbal infusion filled the room.

"Are you alright Mistress?" Kay was sunk deep in the bath, her nose just barely above the water. She seemed utterly relaxed. With a slow shrug, she rose slightly and turned languid eyes to Claire.

"Yes dear, I'm fine. Did you enjoy the show?" Claire blushed.

"Did you see me?"

"No sweetie. He told me before he left. Areyou OK?"

"Yes Ma'am, if you're OK, I'm fine. I mean, it wasn't me that just got the shit whipped out of her."

"Hmm. No, you didn't. Does that make you sad?" Kay looked at Claire with a very direct stare, searching for her reaction. Claire ...

... blushed again under the frank scrutiny.

"Ummm, well, I'm really horny if that's what you mean. I got off a bunch watching you... uh, watching him have you. I'm sorry to have pried but I just had to see what was going on. Who was that man? And the one earlier this week? Who are they? What is going on Mistress?"

"Hmm. You mean, other than the obvious, I gather? Well dear, first let me assure you, Mr. Lester is completely aware of what is "going on." I assume that is part of what you're really asking? He sent those men and is completely aware of what they do to me. "

Mrs. Lester sank back into the depths of the tub considering how to proceed. Birds were singing outside and the dappled sun filtered into the room through tree leaves just outside the window. It was a thoroughly sleepy kind of late afternoon. The bath made tinkling wet sounds as Kay gently stroked her hands beneath the surface creating currents and eddies across her tortured flesh. She took a deep breath of the moist fragrant air. Claire started slightly when she finally spoke, having fallen into the deep quite of the room.

"It's like this Claire. When I hit my early 30's and after Sir and I had gotten into BDSM, I started wanting a lot of sex. But while Master likes kinky sex, he doesn't really need it as much as I do. You know he's often pretty locked up in his head, yes?

"And that was OK with me. Hell, I was just happy to have discovered it at all and was delighted that my husband enjoyed it. But the ...